Tonight I'm going to bed a little prouder of the city of Boston, a little prouder to be an American. The amazing selflessness of responders at the Marathon attack, the outpouring of grief and support from an entire city - an entire country, followed by the relentless determination of thousands of professionals and citizens over the past five days that culminated in the removal of these two murderous cowards from our streets has renewed a spirit of hope after the horrible losses that have weighed on us all.

I like to think that adversity has made me pretty tough. I woke up on Tuesday with stoic resolve to forge ahead in spite of what had just happened the day before. But ebony porn
when I turned on the TV 24 hours after the bombings, and saw that picture of little Martin, I broke down. I'm thankful I was alone at that moment, I still can't think about it without tears.

I wonder if others have the same feeling, that all four of those who died were not just young, but were the kind of wonderful human beings who brought joy and light to those around them. These were the targets of the maniacs. These and the dozens of horribly injured innocent people whose only crime was to help celebrate someone's personal achievement at the Boston Marathon. The lives that will be forever altered number in the thousands.

People struggle to make sense of it, but of course there is no sense to be made. Whether psychotic savagery is inspired by religious fanaticism, or some other motivation really makes little difference; the needless loss and suffering that result are utterly without logic regardless of origin. I think it's this lack of an actual reason, even a perverse one, that makes the loss even more devastating.

In the news tonight reporters spoke of relief now that the second killer has been apprehended. For me it was not relief from fear that a madman was no longer on the loose, but from the uncertainty of whether justice would prevail, and how long it might take.

For those twisted individuals who think they have delivered a message to us, I say you have failed. Without reason there is no message, and we here in Boston are not afraid.

We may not be perfect, but this is one hell of a city, one hell of a country.